I used to beat myself up. If I messed up, I'd call myself names. I'd have deep regrets for things I didn't do. That changed with a question.

My reparenting began as I was welcomed into this world. No matter what truths were happening as a child, I redefined a core belief.

I reparent myself by choosing gentleness no matter the consequence at hand. It’s not easy because my brain's trained to judge, blame, punish

And so we go on, deeper into the maze and edging our feet into the water, and we and it – maze or water – are not the same as we were before

To live in truth is grounded in the present. My lifelong anxiety is based on traumatic memories and future worries. My breath is an anchor.

Screenwriters learn that there are 2 types of characters: steadfast and change. Story happens when they meet and bump up against each other.

We live our lives doing the best we can, seeking love and acceptance, finding guidance and direction. Fear divides us.

I want to be heard. When I am listened to, I feel heard. When I feel heard, I feel more present. When I'm present, I more fully participate.

Life is full of opposites. The only consistent non-changing aspect is my inner light, my inner spark, my inner fire.

My greatest pivotal moment came when I viewed myself as a pupil of life rather than a victim. I still struggle with it but I'm learning.

I can’t make sense of the struggles that befall people. My life changed because I found lessons in everything I experienced.

I started calling on angels to help with doctor’s appointments with my daughter. I wanted support, from the car ride to the exam room.

A black marker mars my sight. How am I supposed to see my way through this murky world? I’m not ready to welcome it in.

Sunrise is a magical time. The birds know it. They stretch their wings, sing songs, celebrate. The earth says wake up there

At that moment I could finally feel it and I realized I would never, alone, fill that bottomless hole inside me. A visualization helped.

I was lost in my search. Anywhere I looked I was turned away, disappointed, disrespected and rejected. I wore out my excuses.

Life in this Pandemic teaches me on a daily basis to practice presence. A feeling of support, togetherness, and trust goes a long way.

Gaslighting is a form of psychological abuse where someone is made to question their own sanity or perception. It can explain some behaviors

On this marked day of renewal for life, for love, for all sentient beings on this Earth, I offer this prayer.

Do I stay informed and take action or do I focus on my inner life? Is there a way to do both?